Trivia night found the IRP crew rocking out the Colonial Africa category (match the European occupier with the correct African nation: fun!) but slipping out of medal contention when it came to sports. What male tennis player won the U.S. Open in both 1990 and 2002? I can now assure you it was not Andre Agassi.
It’s still a little unreal to think that at this time next week I’ll be in a small city near the Mexico-Guatemala border, beginning a five-week journey for which I still feel wildly unprepared. But I don’t know if you ever can feel prepared for this; there is always more to do, no matter how many lists you draw up and how many items you cross off.
As Chris said about how these things happen, “One day, you force yourself to get off your ass and fill out an application, and then you just go along.”
Washington has been fantastic, the perfect place to indulge my habit of book-spying. Whenever I see someone reading a book in a public place – on the Metro, in a coffee shop, in a movie theater before the film begins – I feel a burning curiosity to know what they’re reading.
The opportunities for practice are numerous, but the town is a little lacking in variety. Two sightings yesterday: A college-aged guy on the Metro green line reading What a Party!, Terry McAuliffe’s account of his years running the Democratic Party. And a middle-aged woman in Potbelly reading Rumsfeld: His Rise, Fall, and Catastrophic Legacy. Clearly, a non-fiction town.
Voxtrot line of the day: “Baby, I’d leave you for the person you used to be.” Sing it, Ramesh.
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